At the turn of the century I did many things to protect myself
I did many things to protect myself
I made myself a needle-boy
And i Hid him in the closet
And I made myself a money-man
And I hid him underneath the mattress
I made myself a spider-child
And I put him in a matchbox
And I forged myself a golden statuette
And I wrapped him in a hello magazine
And I hid im in a wall safe
And finally I made myself a spade-girl
And I put her in a garden shed
All to protect myself, you see
From the demon that [bad word] from the East
Or from the west
Then I sat on the rooftop and I waited
And when at last the demon came
From the East or from the West
And awoke me from my sleep
And awoke me to a particular point of view
And the needle-boy stuck him in the eye
And the money-man chocked him with coins
The spider-child bit him on the ankle
And the statuette crashed crashed down upon his head
And the spade-girl buried him underneath the house
And I danced on the rooftops
And I danced on the rooftops
And I danced to the western world
And I danced to the western world